#how did we spend so much time in this bedroom when we were 19

[lunarflare64]

Oof, thats not the usual vertebrae that gets inflamed. That's practically our pelvis, holy shit does it hurt

[linopls]

kinktober day five

first time jeongin x fem!reader summary: spending the night in your childhood bedroom with one of your members didn't go as you expected it. warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mentions of underage drinking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v 3.1k words (whoops)

they are both adults (18) here!

“you smell like a red, white, and berry smirnoff.”

jeongin giggles, “your childhood bedroom is cute.”

you never thought any of the stray kids members would visit your childhood home in the states until the boys suggested you come back home for your senior prom. you had committed to finishing your senior year online while still being a member of stray kids knowing that you would miss many of your senior traditions. but the boys could not let go of the idea of you missing your senior prom. 

your defensive argument is you had no reason to go as you didn’t have a date, all the boys jumped on the opportunity to take you. chan, minho, and changbin were all too old, according to the permission slip. seungmin and jisung were too worried about not knowing enough english, and hyunjin and felix had both planned trips with their families during this time of break. 

this left jeongin, who didn’t care if he didn’t know enough english.

-

“isn’t prom just dancing anyways?” jeongin asked you a month before the dance, both of you sitting in the JYPE cafe snacking between practices.

“it is,” you reply, taking a fork full of your salad. “but i’ll want you to meet and get to know all my friends.”

“then you can translate for me, think of it as korean practice!”

“pfft, i don’t need more korean practice, you can think of it as english practice.”

jeongin rolls his eyes at you while stuffing his face full of pizza. “i’m going with you to this out of the kindness of my heart, don’t be mean,” he says with his mouth full.

“you are literally the only one able to go.”

-

about two weeks before the dance, stray kids was finishing promotions for their comeback and you were walking back to the dressing room. 

“wait here,” chan says, stopping you outside the door. confusion paints your face as chan stands in front of the door handle, blocking you from entering. you both sit in silence for a minute when there’s a small knock on the door. chan opens the door without saying anything. 

you’re greeted with balloons and streamers. on your left hyunjin is holding out a small cake, on your right, felix, minho, seungmin, and changbin, jisung are holding signs that spell out “PROM?”, and in the middle of  jeongin is holding a sign that reads ‘I have a QUESTION and I hope there’s no AWKWARD SILENCE but…” 

you gasp, hands covering your mouth, and tears form in the corners of your eyes. you never had been asked to a school dance, and never thought you would be. but here’s jeongin, recruiting the help of all the members, to ask you with a cheesy sign. 

“my prom research told me that boys usually ask their partners to prom with a sign,” jeongin says walking towards you. “so what do you say?”

you nod, afraid that if you speak you’ll start to cry. you run to hug jeongin and he drops the sign and envelopes you in a warm hug. 

-

“i can’t believe my parents haven’t touched it since i left.”

“it still fits your personality, cute and bubbly.”

jeongin squeezes himself between you and the wall on your twin size bed. he pulls up the pink, polka dot covers over the two of you and cuddles up next to you.

“how much did you drink?” you ask.

“only one,” he says. “we can’t legally drink here.”

you laugh. “and that stopped none of us.”

your friends had encouraged you to host an after party at your house, since your parents were out of state. you and jeongin drink often in korea, being 18 and 19 accordingly. so he found it funny that none of the party goers could legally purchase alcohol but brought a ton of it to the party. both of you only drank one or two beverages, being the hosts of the party you both wanted to remain sober enough. and red, white, and berry smirnoffs being the drink of choice, jeongin claimed it would make him feel more american. 

you both lay there in silence, scrolling through socials and updating the boys on how the dance was. 

“oh my god,” you sigh.

“what?” jeongin says, trying to catch a peak of whatever you’re looking at on your phone.

“my friend abby, you know the one in the red dress you meant, just texted us that she’s getting laid tonight.”

“what?” jeongin exclaimed, “she seemed so sweet and innocent.”

“she is!” you laugh. “we all had placed bets on when we’d lose our virginities in, like, middle school, they all said i would be first. but now i guess i’m last.”

“its not a race,” jeongin says.

“i know, i know.” you pout. “but i’m sick of all the boys teasing me for it all the time!”

“they tease me about it too!” he says, sitting up on one of his elbows, turning to face you. 

being the youngest two members meant you and jeongin got teased about not doing ‘adult things’ a lot. like neither of you were able to drive, neither ever bought a lottery ticket, or neither had ever had sex.

“what if we did it?” 

“what?” you’re in shock, you feel like you can’t move. you had never thought about jeongin like that. you both had agreed that going to prom together was completely platonic, even though he made the sign, you wore matching colors, and you guys exchanged corsages and boutonnieres. 

“i’m just thinking like, if we did it, neither of us would be virgins and they would stop teasing us for it.”

jeongin notices your shocked impression and quickly begins to apologize.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it like that, i was just saying that-”

“they would tease us for doing it with each other,” you say, turning your phone off and placing it on your nightstand. 

you look over at jeongin and now he looks confused. “although,” you wonder aloud. “we wouldn’t have to tell them, we could just say we aren’t next time they bring it up. lie about who we did it with.”

“how?” jeongin asks.

“i dunno, say i reconnected with someone back here, and then you could say you met someone at the company and it was a fling.”

“they wouldn’t believe that, i don't have the ability to flirt with people like that,” jeongin laughs awkwardly.

the air feels tense. you and jeongin are sat in silence, both staring at each other looking for some sort of answer. jeongin scoots closer to you. you again can smell the smirnoff on his breath. he slowly reaches one of his hands up and places it on your cheek, gently caressing your soft cheek.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, almost at a whisper.

“yeah,” you whisper back.

his lips met yours and it feels like fireworks are going off in your brain. his lips are so soft and move perfectly in sync with yours. he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. you move one of your hands up his torso, stopping at where his chest and neck met, you can feel the warmth of his skin on your hand and it feels like you both should’ve done this a long time ago.

he slowly assists you onto your back and he lays on top of you, his legs slotted between yours. he keeps one hand on the back of your hand and uses the other to grip onto your thigh and pull it up to wrap around his middle. his gentle ministrations send butterflies down to your core and you mindlessly move both of your hands to his hips and pull his body closer to yours.

you both uncontrollably moan at the sensation of your clothed centers coming in contact with each other. the kiss becomes more messy as jeongin slips his warm tongue into your mouth and you both unconsciously grind onto each other. 

jeongin is the first to pull away, a line of spit still connecting your mouths, and both of you out of breath. “jesus y/n,” he said breathlessly. 

you giggle as you pull his hips closer to you once again. jeongin smashes his lips onto yours, more hungrily this time. he continues to grind his hips into your clothed core, the sensation driving you wild. he begins to kiss down your jaw and neck stopping at the collar of your shirt.

“can i take this off?” he whispers against your skin and his hand moves from your thigh to the hem of your shirt.

you nod and jeongin slowly starts to lift your shirt up your body, you sit up slightly so that he can fully lift it over your head.

“wow.”

“what?”

“you’re beautiful,” jeongin says as he leans back down to kiss at your now exposed chest. as he kisses down between your breasts and down your stomach you interlock your fingers with his dark, slightly wet hair. when he kisses the spot right above the waistband of your pants he looks back up at you. 

“do you want me to…” he trails off.

“if you want to,” you reply, barely a whisper.

“yeah,” he says unsurely. “i don’t know how to.”

you laugh and he places his forehead on your stomach in embarrassment. “y/n don’t laugh at me.”

“i’m not laughing at you. you’re just cute.”

he looks back up at you. “are you kidding me?”

“i’ll tell you what to do, okay?” you reassure him.

you reach for his hands and put them at the waistband of your pajama pants. you assist him in pulling down your pants and panties in one swift motion. the feeling of the cool air in the bedroom on your core sends shivers down your spine. the whole scene hits you now and you realize what you’re about to do with your bandmate. you close your legs in embarrassment and jeongin looks up at you.

“hey, are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, holding your hand in his.

you nod slowly. “i’m just nervous, i guess. never done this before.”

“it’s okay, it's me, your best friend in the whole world, i’ll never think of you differently,” he says, squeezing your hand gently. 

“you promise?”

“yeah, i do.” he smiles at you, the cute smile you love to see plastered on his face.  where his dimples come out and his cheeks are round and you just want to grab him and kiss him all over his face. “so please, open your legs for me.”

you could never dream about your innocent jeongin saying those words to you, his words send a wave of arousal to your core. you very slowly part your legs for him and he stares at your core in awe.

“wow, y/n, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“please,” you whisper, begging for him to touch where you need him most.

“tell me if i’m doing anything wrong, m’kay?” he says, moving his face closer to your core.

he sticks his tongue out and gently swipes it across your clit. the feeling is sent through your whole body and you whimper out in response. jeongin takes that as a ‘go ahead’ and presses his tongue flat against your sensitive bud.

“m-more, please,” you whine, lacing your fingers into his hair again.

jeongin giggles and starts to flick his tongue back and forth on your clit. he lays one of his arms across your stomach to support himself and uses his other hand to part your lips for him. he moves off your clit and gently runs his tongue over your sopping wet hole. you moan in response loudly before slapping one of your hands over your mouth. 

jeongin looks up at you. “shh, you don’t want to wake your friends, do you?” he teases.

your mind had been so overwhelmed with the idea of having sex with jeongin that you forgot that all your friends were still in your house from the party. next door was your brother's room in which your brother and two of his friends were sleeping in.

you shake your head but keep your hand over your mouth and jeongin gets back to work. he teasingly pokes his tongue in and out of your hole and you moan out in pleasure again, this time it's muffled by your hand. jeongin moves his tongue back up to your clit and swirls the sensitive muscle in small circles. you tug at his hair with the hand you still have in his soft, black locks. jeongin groans in response and the sound sends shivers down your spine.

“m-more please,” you whine. “your-your fingers.”

jeongin quickly listens to your pleas and slides his index finger into your entrance. you whimper in response and without realizing it, you’re grinding down onto his mouth and fingers. jeongin begins to work his tongue and fingers swiftly at your core, flicking small circles on your clit and slowly fucking your hole with his finger. before long, he adds a second finger and curls them both until he finds the spot that has your back arching off the bed.

he begins working more vigorously, wanting nothing more than for you to finish on his fingers and tongue. he begins to rotate from gentle flicks at your clit to sucking on the bud gently. he adds a third finger and you begin to feel the knot form in your stomach. you’ve never felt like this before, only ever finishing by yourself, the feeling of someone else being in control of it has you seeing stars. as jeongin goes back to swirling small circles on your clit, you feel yourself leaking onto your bedsheets and that your orgasm is going to spill over.

“i’m gonna cum, jeongin please, please,” you whine at a whisper. jeongin doesn’t break his pace and soon you’re biting down on your hand, your eyes rolls back into your head, and you're pulling at jeongin’s hair like your life depends on it. he continues to work you through your orgasm, the sounds of your squelching cunt make jeongin moan. 

“jeongin, jeongin,” you exclaim and you push his head away from your core just as he starts to overstimulate you. 

he looks up and you see your arousal shine all over his face. he pulls his fingers from your hole and sticks them in his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around them to clean them off. he starts to crawl back up to be face to face with you and you find your hands moving to the waistband of his pajama pants and slowly starting to pull them down.

“y/n do you have a condom?” jeongin asks before you can free him completely.

“no,” you answer.

“then we don’t have to it’s-”

“its okay, i’m on the pill.”

“what?” jeongin looks dumbfounded, like you just asked him to hand over his firstborn child. 

“i’m serious, it’s okay, i’m on the pill.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, i am so sure. i’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. jeongin please, i need you.”

jeongin could’ve came on the spot. he quickly pulls his pants down and throws them off the bed. you look down to his red and leaking member, begging to be touched.

“holy shit.”

“what?” jeongin exclaims, worry painting his face.

“you’re huge,” you say before you can filter yourself.

jeongin laughs. “i am not.”

“you are not going to fit,” you laugh, grabbing his hips to pull closer to yours.

his solid cock brushes your entrance and jeongin lets out a whimper-like noise. you gently grab his cock with one of your hands to guide him to your begging core. he’s staring at you, eyes wide, looks like tears could boil over at any second. the feeling of his tip at your hole makes both of you moan.

“jeongin, please fuck me.”

“jesus, y/n,” jeongin moans.

jeongin grabs the base of his cock and slowly pushes it inside of you. you grab at his shoulders, the stretch stinging in a pleasurable manner. you’re both staring at each other, eyes widening as he slowly pushes himself inside you. when he bottoms out, you’re both breathing heavy at the new sensation. 

“you can move now,” you whisper after you have gotten used to the feeling. 

“if i move, i’ll cum,” jeongin mumbles. you laugh, and jeongin moans.

“y/n don’t fucking laugh, it squeezes me,” jeongin whines.

you chuckle and grab jeongin’s hand. you guide him down to your clit, where he quickly understands and begins to rub small circles on it. you moan loudly, not caring about who hears you anymore. the feeling of jeongin playing with your clit and being so full as you seeing stars. 

“jeongin, i need you to move please,” you whine.

he takes a deep breath and slowly slides himself in and out of your wet cunt, not stopping his ministrations on your bundle of nerves. the pleasure is overwhelming, you cover your mouth with your hand again and mumble for him to move faster. he begins to move faster and you can feel the knot forming again.

“fuck,” he moans softly. “you feel so good.”

you whimper in response. “jeongin, i’m gonna cum.”

“fuck,” he moans again, beginning to thrust faster. with each thrust you can feed the head of his cock hit your spot and your eyes roll back into your head. you dig your nails that are still on his shoulder into his skin. tears are beginning to form in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“w-will you cum with me?” jeongin says, tears in his eyes and sweat dripping down his face.

you nod quickly and jeongin buries his face in your neck. you feel is cock twitch a couple times before he paints your walls with his release. you’re quick to follow and soon you’re both a moaning and weeping mess. both uncontrollably thrusting your hips into each other as you finish, leaking all over your bed sheets. 

you both lay in silence for a minute, calming yourselves down and slowing your breathing. you’re gently running your fingers through his hair and his rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs. you’re the first to break the silence.

“are you okay?”

“i’m great, are you?”

“mhm, feel great.”

“yeah.”

“are you still hard?” you ask, realizing he hadn’t pulled out of you yet.

“maybe,” he chuckles. “wanna go again?”

i got way too carried away with this one hehe

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kinktober 2023 -> day 19

spanking - iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count: 709

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“You should’ve known what would happen, baby. Maybe then you wouldn't have gotten yourself into this mess.”

You whimpered and jumped, tingles running over your obviously tender and very irritated skin. Your breath came out in broken huffs, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You knew what would happen if you made any noise. Hajime would start all over again.

Another spank on your ass cheek had you biting your lip in an effort to not make noise. Your skin stung terribly, tears coated your lower eyelids. You lowered your head and tried to let your body go limp where it was bent over on Hajime’s lap. He ran his hand over your spine, a single finger tracing up your back. You shivered at the contact.

“Why did you do it, princess?” He spoke again. “You knew I was watching. You knew I could see how physical you were being with him. Did you want my attention that badly? Was my baby feeling so neglected?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t so much as make a small noise. You knew he was goading you. Knew he was trying to make you respond so he could use that as a rule violation and double your spankings. So you let your body speak your remorse. You arched your back, sticking your red ass out even more, telling him silently how sorry you were and you would take the punishment he was giving you. Hajime hummed in approval.

“See? You do remember your manners.” He sighed, voice soft. You nearly shrieked when his hand met your ass in a resounding smack, hands shooting up to cover your mouth just in time. That made him chuckle.

“So well trained.” He cooed. You sighed when his fingertips brushed your slit, eyelids fluttering shut when he finally made contact with your aching, weeping pussy. You wished you could speak, could beg for him to touch you and finger you while he spanked you. You were so on edge, you knew he would make you cum very quickly.

His hand left your core and laid another heavy spank on your ass, and this time you nearly whimpered in complaint. It took everything to kill the voice rising in your throat. You were aching so badly, you wanted him to touch you. You turned your head so you could look back up at him.

Under the dim light of your bedroom, Hajime looked ethereal. The light hit the jut of his jaw, his skin glowing with a slight sweat. His lips were parted slightly, eyes turning until his stare met yours. His hand slid down again, this time sliding a finger straight inside you. Your mouth dropped, eyes nearly crossing at the feeling.

“Look at me.” He whispered.

You struggled to keep your eyes open when Hajime curled his finger, rubbing at your walls. His other fingers brushed your clit, sending tingles through your core.

“Speak.”

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out instantly the moment he gave you permission. “I wanted attention and you’ve been so busy with the Olympics coming up and we haven't been spending much time together and I missed you and-”

“Sshh.” He pressed another finger into you, making you moan. “Was that so hard to say? Instead you had to play this game and flirt with my athletes because you couldn’t say it to my face. My dumb baby.”

Your only answer was a moan as Hajime continued to finger you, and you felt your orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly. It wasn’t a surprise. Both you and Hajime knew how much spanking turned you on. How it was less of a punishment and more of a reward at this point.

“Why don’t you cum all over my hand and show me how sorry you are, baby?”

You nodded furiously, eyes squeezing shut when your high hit you, burning and sizzling through your muscles like electricity. You whimpered and cried through it, Hajimes fingers never once stopping until you went completely limp in his lap.

“Good girl.” He praised, making you sigh in relief. He pulled his fingers out, running the wetness over the stinging skin on your ass. Your breath hitched.

“I’m not done with you, princess. Come on, get on your hands and knees.”

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rekindling | chrismd

Jersey had been your home for the past 28 years. Moving away was long overdue. London seemed like the place to go, the capital. So be it. Boxes were littered all over your flat. Your staring burning holes in the cardboard. Finally standing up and stretching tearing open the first box. You brought it to the kitchen and began to make the place yours. In your bedroom, six hours later the newly placed clock read 19:47. You decided to take it easy putting on mindless television and pouring a generous glass of wine.

A box solely dedicated to knick knacks, little trinkets and a few shoeboxes filled with memories. Placing some little plants around your room along with many a teddies who you refused to let go of. The shoeboxes were all getting pushed under the bed without a question when one flung open and the contents spilled out.

It was your earliest memory box.

You found yourself neglecting the remainders of your packing and your sole focus being on the spilled shoe box. A ticket to Harry Potter and the half-blood prince. A movie you went to see with your closest childhood friends. Friends you hadn’t heard from in a while. Some photos. You remember going to print yourself. You, Chris and Arthur all squished together. Faces bright red after spending all afternoon in a trampoline park. Another one, taken with your childhood dog. The last one was just you and Chris hugging eachother after you blew out your candles on your 13th birthday cake.

You missed them. You weren’t going to lie. Nothing you could do about it. Life happens. Although. You couldn’t take your mind off the two boys. The boys you loved so dearly. An Instagram search wouldn’t hurt, right?

You knew both of them pursued YouTube and yes in the early days you kept ho to date with them. However, it seemed they had gotten incredibly big. You smiled, you couldn’t not. You were so proud of them both. They looked well and seemed to be happy where they are. You thought about following them. You thought how crazy is that thought. Then you did it. Following them both. They had thousands of followers anyway, they wouldn’t realise.

chris & arthurs pov

You didn’t pick a great time to do that, considering they were sitting together, amongst two other friends— Arthur Hill and George Clarke. Chris jumped, seeing the notification. “Y/n y/l/n?” He spoke, ArthurTV’s eyes instantly widening. He wondering why Chris mentioned her so abruptly. “What?” His voice was slightly high pitched. The other two guys sort of just glanced at one another each feeling a Deja vu feeling to your name. They watched as they scrambled instantly looking at your account.

“It’s her, mate.”

Chris noticed the confused look on his friends faces. “Y/n— she was me and Arthur’s best friend. We haven’t heard from her in forever.” George nodded, “So, are you gonna contact her?”ArthurTV flinched, startled by the idea of rekindling. He didn’t know if childhood friends could become friends again considering so many aspects of their lives had changed since then.

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s the greatest idea.” Arthur (tv) mummered and Chris gave him a glare. Chris’ head was already thinking of how great this reconnection could be. How much their other friends would just adore her. “Why not? She followed us. We followed her. We can’t just do that and move on,” Chris sighed. “Right, look. Just say hello. If she doesn’t reply it’s not the end of the world.”

“You message her Chris, you always were closer to her.”

your pov

You had been staring at the chat between you and Chris thinking of anyway to start a conversation, until he sent you one first.

chris: hi y/n, how have you been?

y/n: hi chris, i’ve been good recently got my dream job so i suppose not to bad. how have you been?

chris: you’re a writer? that’s amazing. I’ve been good. YouTube still going strong.

She smiled at that message, after all fo these years he still remembered her passion for writing fantasy novels.

a few weeks later

Chris and Arthur had made plans with Y/n, to see her again and catch up on everything they had missed. Unfortunately, Arthur has been working like crazy at the moment and Chris can’t bare to know that Y/n is in London and he is not visiting her. Therefore, it was just Chris and Y/n.

Chris embraced her in a tight hug, his arms going around her waist holding her as tight as ever. Her arms went around his neck smiling into his hoodie. They sat down at their seats at the café. “I couldn’t believe it when you followed me. I must’ve checked ten times to make sure it was definitely you.” Chris chuckled turning towards the girl who had grown to be even more beautiful than he remembered. “Yeah well, when I was moving I was putting my memory boxes away,” Chris hummed remembering how you’d gather any physical memory of occasions. “One spilled open and it was just filled with memories of the three of us. I couldn’t help but try and find you guys. Which wasn’t too hard.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. We were both extremely happy. Quite ironic actually, we were just talking about you the other day.” He spoke softly, Y/n humming along as she admired him. He had let his hair form naturally his curls forming. He had grown a beard. The first time he ever had facial hair. It was long but it suited him.

Chris later got home, the smile never fading from his lips. Once he arrived through the door he found everyone sitting on the sofa. “You’re home earlier than expected.” ArthurTV mummered. “As are you. Are you not meant to be shooting?” Chris questioned his friend who sighed and explained how the video ended up being significantly shorter than anticipated. “Someone looks giddy,” George Clarke teased, laughing as he saw his friends face. Completely lost in his thoughts about Y/n. “He’s fancied her since they were 12. Im not suprised it’s rekindled.”

Chris retorted some rude joke towards his three mates who continued teasing him profusely.

He may have left out the part when they kissed.

authors note!

hey sorry for the delay on this one and it is much shorter than i would’ve like but i didn’t want to delay putting it out any longer than i already have. i love the idea of two people rekindling so here you go.

[reidsaurora]

"Hot Chocolate, White Lies" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: Aaron might be a pain in the ass to shop for, but at least he's cute.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader (Reader does wear makeup)

Word Count: 1,444

Content Warning: mild swearing, mentions of food, i think that's it!

Extra Notes: i took creative liberties with the things featured in this fic, sue me (also sorry for the sh!tty summary, it will happen again) // icon in collage is by @catsadams

Beta Read By: @theghouligan 🫶🏻

Originally Written: 10/12/2023 through 10/19/2023

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There were many things you were unsure of, but one thing you did know was that autumn was your absolute favorite time of the whole year.

The mornings when you were both home from cases usually started slow and sweet. You'd wake up ten minutes past your alarm, Aaron's chapped lips the only thing strong enough to awaken you from your slumber. You'd press to know why he allowed you to be late, but he'd just insist, "We have nowhere important to be. Besides, you just looked so peaceful. How could I ever wake you?"

When you finally rolled out of bed, his hands would be on your waist, his lips trailing soft kisses down your neck as the two of you made your way into the kitchen. You'd start on a pan of French toast while Aaron put on the coffee, stealing quick kisses as the two of you glided around the space, each of you already anticipating the other's every move.

Then, you'd eat together in the breakfast nook, the sunlight glowing all around him, somehow making his five-o'clock shadow and bedhead seem ethereal. The conversation would flow from topic to topic as easily as water flowed downstream. But this particular day, there was one topic Aaron seemed to be actively avoiding.

It was a week from his birthday, and while he knew better than to tell you not to get him anything, he would still put his foot down about making a big deal out of the situation. If one person found out, then they'd all find out, and truly, his only wish every year was to spend his birthday with the person he loved most, not the entirety of the FBI. He'd much rather have take-out and a cheap bottle of wine in the comfort of his own home than hors d'oeuvres and expensive champagne with people he hardly knew.

Still, you'd tried all morning to get him to crack and tell you what he wanted for his birthday. But his response was always the same: "You're the only thing I need, my love."

One somewhat pointless conversation and a plate of French toast later, the two of you were headed back to the bedroom to get ready for the day ahead. He'd head into the bathroom to shave, and you'd steal glances of him as you got dressed in the bedroom. Then he'd do the same, eyeing you with absolute love and adoration as you applied layers of makeup he still insisted you didn't need, even after years of marriage.

Soon enough, you'd arrive at your favorite little bookstore and cafe. Any onlooker would immediately be able to tell just how in love Aaron was with you, sporting a matching sweater you'd clearly picked out and his hand only parting from yours to open the door, which he insisted on doing any time you went anywhere together.

"Alright, I'm setting you free," he joked, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't cause too much chaos in the romance aisle, okay?"

You giggled, leaning up to kiss him on the lips for once. "I'll only squeal if they have anything signed by my favorite author."

And with that, he was headed off to the cafe side of the building, going to collect a cup of your favorite hot chocolate. Most people preferred to drink coffee while they shopped, but to you, nothing beat curling the sleeves of your sweater around your hands and sipping a cup of hot chocolate. Even after years of coming to this place, you still hadn't figured out how they made it taste infinitely better than other hot chocolate you'd ever had.

Once you were absolutely sure Aaron was in line at the cafe, you were bee-lining in the opposite direction of the romance aisle and over to the literary fiction section.

While you'd originally told Aaron you wanted to go to the bookstore under the guise of wanting to see if they had a copy of a new release you'd been excited about, you secretly had other plans. If he wasn't going to tell you what he wanted, you'd take matters into your own hands.

You peered around one of the shelves to make sure he wasn't looking, letting out a quick sigh of relief as you spotted him reading something on his phone.

You had all of about three minutes to find a couple books that he hadn't read, which was no small feat. Nearly every second of Aaron's free time was spent devouring a novel, and while you loved that he had found a hobby he truly enjoyed, it also made it devastatingly hard to buy him new books.

In roughly two and a half minutes, you'd managed to find three books that you were sure Aaron would love. Then, you were all but sprinting over to the romance section and grabbing the first book you saw, reading the back cover nonchalantly as your husband walked up.

You were reading the back of some novel about two rival scientists falling in love when Aaron got back with two cups of hot chocolate and a sugar cookie the size of your face. "Your drink, my dear," he said, holding out one of the cups.

You took the cup from him, inhaling that first anticipated sip of the warm liquid. "Thank you."

"You found anything interesting yet?" he asked, a hand meeting the small of your back.

You shook your head, placing the scientist romance novel back on the shelf and picking up another book with a beautiful pink cover. "Nothing much. No signed copies so you'll be glad to know I won't be disturbing the other readers with my squeals."

He chuckled, a deep sound that made butterflies go off in your stomach every time you heard it. "Thank you, I'm sure it's appreciated," he kidded. He took the tote from your shoulder, immediately registering the weight of the bag. "Nothing much?" he inquired.

Before he could open the bag to look inside, you were swatting his hand and snatching it away. "It's… an encyclopedia I promised Reid I'd get for him if I saw it."

Aaron cocked an eyebrow at you. "Since when do you go shopping for Reid?" he inquired, a chuckle on the tip of his tongue.

You wracked your brain for some kind of response that sounded at least halfway truthful. "He hasn't been able to find it anywhere and he knew we liked coming here, so he asked me to check next time we came."

That skeptical brow of his only raised itself higher. "Well, there's one flaw with your story and that's that I'm a profiler and I know when you're lying to me."

Before you could form a rebuttal, he was taking the bag out of your hands again. "Aaron, don't-" you barely got out the words before he was holding up the copy of The Midnight Library.

His brows furrowed as he held up the book, examining the cover for a moment. "This isn't a romance."

You let out an exasperated breath at his examination. "That's kind of the point, Aaron."

"Well, I thought we came to find a copy of that new book you've been looking for."

You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a small huff of amusement. "I suppose I should come clean. I did lie to you."

Aaron's mouth flew open in fake shock. "No! I never would've guessed."

"Not about that," you grumbled, slapping his arm. "About why we're here in the first place. I wanted to find you something for your birthday."

His features wrinkled in embarrassment, a small sigh escaping between his lips. "Well, now I look like an ass."

You were inclined to agree, he did kind of look like an ass. But he was a cute ass and you wouldn't want him any other way. Hands flying up to his cheeks, you pulled him down for a long and soft kiss. His wrinkles of slight mortification melted away as he settled into your touch, the scents of hot chocolate and new books taking over each of your senses.

Aaron was the first to pull away, moving his kiss from your lips to your forehead, before meeting you with an expression filled with admiration. "You-"

"-'Didn't have to get me anything.' I know," you finished for him. "But these ones seem really interesting and I thought that maybe we could read them together."

His mouth curved upward into that smile of his that was so sweet, so loving, so… Aaron. "If I'm going to share a book, I'm always going to hope it's with you."

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[cowboyjen68]

hiii how do i give hints to my dad? cause i have this childhood bestfriend (we've been friends since i was 11-12) and we're rlly close to the point that i always go to his house (and sometimes stay for a bit if me and my parents have some problems) and basically hang out in his bedroom mostly bc we watch movies or study (even tho he just procastinates while i suffer because of math) and after we hang out he basically brings me home which is the reason why my dad thinks we're a thing bc of how much we hang out. but the truth is he already has a girlfriend while I'm here hopelessly crushing on a straight girl from my school's theater club. so how do i give hints to my dad that i am definitely gay af and me and my friend are just close friends? i dont really wanna come out to him and only wanna come out to him once i go to college

I am going to answer this partially from a parent's point of view and partially from my experience of having a parent (Mom) in somewhat of a denial.

You really don't have the correct or tell him anything until you are ready. As a parent I see signs of stuff in my kids all the time. I can address those things, let them go or completely ignore and wish them away and it all depends on what it is . There is a good sized chance that your dad knows you are, at least, not straight, but he is not ready to work to change his "vision" of how he sees you or your future. But I would almost bet the seed is planted in there somewhere. However, some people are terrible at picking up any hints or clues so you can't really be sure.

If he is one of those clueless people the only way to make any headway is to be clear and forward with him. "Dad, because I love you and care about our connection I wanted you to know I am a lesbian and my BFF is just a BFF not anything more" . There is really no reason to do this until you are out of the house and in college. OR even wait until you are independent of him financially and securitywise(housing, insurance, car, phone etc.) That is what I did and Mom and Dad were pretty chill, but in 1993 I just had no real way to judge how they would react so I played it safe.

You can spend a lot of time and energy to give hints, tell your dad or not tell your dad and that decison to put forth the effort has to be for you and not him. IF you feel the need and it is important to you that you be honest with your father then that is one thing. Doing it for his benefit will do you no good. Here is how I know:

I had a best friend in college and we are still close today. He was out as gay when I met him (I was 19, he was 18) and he was the first person I told I was a lesbian sometime in our college years. He came home with me a lot (he is clearly gay even to the untrained eye) and he was pretty close to my mom and dad. Mom and Dad KNEW Shawn was gay. We both moved to Iowa City and were roommates after college and we went to my parents house on weekends for dinner or to ride the 4-Wheelers or horses.

In 1993 I started dating my first girlfriend and game out to Mom and Dad. Mom started crying because "life would be harder for me" and I remember Dad calmy saying "Doris, we have known since she was 6 or 7 AND this is Jippy (my nickname) she will be fine". SO mom and dad were clear on two things. I was a lesbian, Shawn was gay. YET she often said 'you two would make such a cute couple" Or "you know, you two could just try it"

When I married Wife (after many years together) she had finally stopped saying anything. HOWEVER when she was on her death bed and only had a day or two left in 2012, Shawn went to visit her and she told him "I sure wish you and Jippy would get together, you would make a great couple". Moral of the story: Don't waste a lot of time and effort convinicing others of your sexuality. They will think what they want and the best you can do is just live your life. Coming out to them once is enough, you should not have to continually try to "prove" anything. My advice. Don't come out while you are living with him if you think he will just ignore you or not believe you. It just becomes a hassle and unless there is some overwhelming reason he needs to know, it is work you don't need to do.

The "Happy Couple" then, and now.

[bitchinbarzal]

LULU’S MONTH OF

LOVE 💌

it's the month of love!

this prompt list has the same rules as normal, if you're not familiar please recap below;

when requesting please send in the full prompt and not just the number. this makes it easier for me, the writer. if you don't do this and just send the number your request will be deleted no questions asked.

you can find my list of who I write for here or you can send in for AU’s 💌 👼🏼

1. "I used to hate this holiday a much before I met you"

2. cheesy valentines proposal

3. "I knew these were your favorite flowers, so I had to get them for you"

4. "I don't need anything material, I just want a whole day to have you by my side and celebrate our love"

5. "really can't think of anything more romantic than officially dating my favorite person on this day"

6. "She's my tiny valentines!"

7. "He's my tiny valentines!"

8. "I haven't gotten a valentine's card since elementary school, but wow, this was my first real one"

9. Valentine's Day baby

10. "I love you so much for this but I am not cleaning up all these scattered petals later"

11. "is proposing on this day a bit too cheesy? look at the ring I got them, though"

12. "it's my first time having someone to celebrate valentine's day with. that makes it extra special!"

13. "in my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. hope you have some space in your bedroom"

14. " promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!"

15. "it's so nice being able to call you my valentine"

16. "valentine's cards aren't outdated, right? it's something everywould would like to receive, right?"

17. "good morning! do you know what day it is today? по? well, guess you're in for a surprise, then"

18. "yes. yes, I'll be your valentine!"

19. "have the people who make these cheesy movies seen how real people spend valentine's day?"

20. "if we're gonna pretend to be a couple, you need to let me get you a bouquet at least. it's february 14th!"

21. "It's Valentines day today?"

22. "I made dinner reservations." "So did I. Surprise?"

23. "Supri- oh shit you're not [name]?

24. "There are flowers on the doorstep." "Who from?" "| think that you have a secret admirer."

25. "So is that a yes?"

26. "Hey, the movies made this look so easy!"

27. "You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear."

28. 'Im sorry, but have you ever looked in a mirror?'

29. Post-it-notes

30. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

31. "Your lips are really warm."

32. "Why are you holding a blindfold?"

33. "This isn't how I pictured our first Valentine's day."

34. "You don't think you went maybe a bit overboard?"

35. "This reminded me of you."

36. "I never thought driving around could be romantic"

37. "do you love me or chocolate more?"

38. "Will you be my Valentine…forever"

39. "hi, my love."

40. "come on, we're going to be late!"

41. "you're so prettv..."

42. "well don't you look nice."

43. "how did you manage to do all of this?"

44. "whatever you want, it's yours."

45. "i must have done something amazing to deserve someone like you."

46. "you made this?"

47. " this our what? third year celebrating together?"

48. "you're beautiful."

49. " know you don't like chocolate so...i have enough conversation hearts to last us three months."

50. "you guys make me sick."

51. "we get it. you're in love. go make out over there or something..."

52. "be my valentine?"

53. "if you don't hurry up and ask them out, i will"

54. Taking your daughter on her first valentines date

55. "Wanna get a coffee with me?"

56. "Have dinner with me. Tonight."

57. "Do you want your present or not?"

58. "I guess we'll just have to share the bed."

60. "Don't tempt me."

61. "Admit it, there's something between us."

62. "I'm your secret admirer."

63. "Don't give me that look."

64. "Wait. Is this a date?"

65. "Wanna bet on it?"

66. "Come on... you know you want me."

67. "I need to tell you something."

68. "Can I kiss you?"

69. "Something tells me that you have a crush on me."

70. "You know you can't resist me."

71. "How can someone be so hot yet so clueless?"

72. "Any excuse to get me to undress, huh?"

73. "I'm in love you with you, you idiot!"

74. "In your dreams, darling."

75. "You know I'm a romantic at heart."

76. "This is the best day ever."

77. "You scrub up pretty well."

78. "Hey! You're on my side of the bed."

79. "I have a surprise for you."

80. "See? I can play nice sometimes."

81. "Please, don't leave."

82. "I don't believe you."

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83. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

84. "Will you please just talk to me?"

85. "I didn't mean to upset you."

86. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me."

87. "You're obviously in love with me."

88. "I think you're my favourite person in the entire world."

89. "Damn, you look incredible."

90. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

91. "This is... unexpected."

92. "Have you told anyone about us?"

93. "Let's make it official."

94. "Are you wearing a suit?"

95. "Your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn't need to know about this."

[sewershroom]

When I was 17, my best friend was dealing with mental health issues & I had no idea what to do. There was a long chunk of time I wasn't allowed to see her because she was an unchristian influence, so we had grown apart a little. The adults in both our lives were useless. Neither of us had many friends & no mutual friends. I was alive for her & her alone. I loved her more than anyone in the world, even bio family. some stuff happened I didn't find out about for almost a year later led to a serious suicide attempt, & I assumed she didn't talk to me about it because she didn't really like me, then I was told she didn't want me to visit, but I think that was a lie. I blamed myself for not being a good enough friend that she didn't think she could talk to me. I wound up in a different hospital for a while because I couldn't live with that guilt. When she got out of a 9 month hospitalization & we reconnected & I realized being told she didn't want to see me was a lie I was racked with an even worse all consuming guilt.

Then when I was 19 she got into an abusive relationship, he wanted to be poly & I wound up involved. She eventually got a new group of friends from her work who convinced her to finally break up with him & she convinced me to stop being involved with him too. I was so wracked with guilt about letting this situation happen that I just stopped interacting with anyone at all, even her. This new group of friends had turned her life completely around & the realization that all her problems were in fact my fault for being such a shitty friend was too much to face. I couldn't be around her anymore.

Then a few months later his rebound relationship ended & he was back to begging me to fuck him. Idk, I wasn't friends with her anymore & Idk what I was actually even thinking anymore. I started sleeping with him again. Drugs were involved. Almost a decade older & 60 days sober, I think that played a part in the situation too. Eventually believing he was the good guy & we could go on to live happily ever after & she was actually a terrible person & I could let go of all the all consuming guilt that had been torturing me for years became too tempting, and I just, did.

We dated for like, 6 years. I spent what should have been the best years of my life having fun with my friends getting high in his room watching him play videogames until he wanted to fuck me, cause that's all he wanted to do & he'd freak out if I didn't spend all my free time with him.

Eventually I apologized to my friend, she forgave me, helped me leave him, & we've rekindled our friendship.

But that guilt is soul crushing. Especially since getting sober.

I'm wracked with guilt, I lost years of friendship with the person I love most in this world, I missed her child growing up. I was there the first year of his life, but now I'm just some random stranger. I didn't get to have my teens because I grew up in a cult & I didn't get to have my 20's because my ex just wanted to get high in his bedroom 24/7. I fucked over the person I loved most every chance I got, & completely ruined my own life. I'm wracked with guilt. I'm full of regret. I really don't know how I'll ever forgive myself. I don't think I deserve it tbh.

[f1-disaster-bi]

For the smut prompts 19 and 26 with Charlando where Lando is in F2 in his Carlin era and Charles F1 in his Sauber era where they’re coming home after a party after Lando has gotten a podium in Monaco in F2? <3 xx Charlando Anon

Oooo 👀

Charles's hands were on his hips as they stumbled through the hallway of Charles's apartment building, his lips on Lando's and between kisses, they were giggling.

The other had only bought his apartment recently, and Lando was suddenly so glad for it when Charles pinned him against the door. His hands buried in Lando's curls, and Lando's own hands clutching at Charles's shirt, holding on tight as he moaned into the kiss.

This thing between them was still so new and exciting. They'd barely had time for each other with competing in separate series but Lando was addicted to the taste of Charles on his tongue and the way Charles sound as he moaned Lando's name against his lips as they grinned against each other.

"We should, ah, go inside", Lando whimpered as Charles kissed down his neck, sucking a bruise where it would be visible.

Luckily Lando had the next two weeks off, and he planned to spend as much of it as possible here with Charles.

Charles pulled back reluctantly. He fished the keys out of his pocket, ushering Lando in. The two of them nearly tripping over discarded shoes until Charlea was reaching for him. His nimble fingers undoing the buttons of Lando's shirt quickly.

"You know...." Charles smirked, eyes dark, fingers lopped in the belt loops of Landos jeans, "How about a little fun before we go to bed?"

The other walked backwards, guiding Lando carefully. His eyes racking over Lando's exposed chest and where he was hard in his jeans.

"Yeah, fuck, yes Charlie", Lando grinned, leaning in to kiss him, pressing him against the doorframe of Charles's bedroom before murmuring against his lips, "What do you want baby?"

"Right now? I'd love your kisses on anywhere but my lips"

Lando didn't respond.

He kissed Charles. A filthy, wet kiss that had the other bucking against him until Lando pulled away. He made eye contact with his boyfriend before dropping to his knees and undoing the others pants.

Charles only response was a gasp as Lando pressed his lips to where he was hard and aching, hands fisted in those curls and unable to speak anything by incoherent French as Lando did what he did best: drove Charles insane slowly with his mouth

[wutheringheathcliff]

Snape asks

1. Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

Snily & Snape X reader from Broken Silnece.

2. What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Black & answer is obvious.

3. Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Scar from Lion King.

4. Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

No. That man loved Lily but if you don't have sex for your entire life, hormones + added stress he experienced could kill you. Not joking.

5. Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

Yes. I don't hc him as a loser with no friends. We know that Snape was fond of Malfoys.

6. If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Latin DUHHH.

7. Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

McGonagall.

8. If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

Slytherin.

9. What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

I think he has a bad habit of not eating, not that he doesn't want to but he forgets bc he's stupid and used to it. He has a sweet tooth and I won't hear any disagreement on this.

10. Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Yes.

11. Your favourite scenes with book/movie! Snape?

The one where he embarrasses the shit out of Lockhart. And also in cos when he's possessive of his job. Mf is so funny.

12. If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

LUNA!!!!!!

13. Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

Well, no. I loved the book Snape at the age of 6. Even if Alan is my favourite actor I only heard him playing Snape at the age of 11.. So.

14. What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

Felix Felixis ?

15. If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Reading, brewing and sometimes smoking.

16. Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

NEVER. I'VE BEEN DEFENDING THAT MAN SINCE FOREVER. I'VE LOST SHIT WHILE DEFENDING HIM!

17. Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Yes. It wasn't something he wanted and the guilt of losing Lily would be a lot too.

18. Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

His nose. So beautiful.

19. According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Being dead.

20. Why do you love Snape so much?

I relate to him.

21. What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Unpopular opinion but he used the memory of Eileen I'm sure. Yes, it could be Lily too. But something about him and Eileen...

22. Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

No.

23. What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

White shirt, black trousers and black pants (pants in British sense).

24. Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

Mhm.

25. Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

As much as I love all of my comfort characters, nobody compares to him

26. What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Classics, mystery, dark romance in a mysterious and tragic way.

27. Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

YES. THAT'S HIS MAMA IDC.

28. Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

Yes. I've dealt with a teacher like him and I'm his fav so.

29. How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

The way it's described in BS tbh.

30. If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

M word marauders.

31. Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

Bipolar disorder, PTSD.

32. If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Umm idk.

33. Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

If I speak...

34. Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

Any Snape x marauders and students (from hp books) tbh.

35. Snapey BROTPs?

Narcissa & Severus. Lucius & Severus. Charity, Aurora & Severus.

36. Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

I think despite his awful ways of taking care of himself he had a strong immune system so... He didn't get sick easily and if he did Poppy used to make him drink soups and shit.

37. Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

His beard ?

38. Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

Gloomy. Not rainy, nor sunny, nor windy or snowy. Just gloomy with dark clouds and slow breeze.

39. How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

... I've thought and none of them are pleasant or happy so.

40. Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Eileen. Dumbledore also, I know we hate him still

41. Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

Soft side obviously.

42. Do you think Snape cried often?

No.

43. What's your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

Pride & Prejudice. Wuthering Heights also.

44. What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

Dunno tbh.

45. Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Bi.

46. Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

N O N E.

47. How many points do you think Snape would've

awarded during his career?

Most to Slytherins ig.

48. Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Yes.

49. Do you prefer tall!Snape or short! Snape?

Tall, I'm not stupid.

50. Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

Hell no.

Snape asks

Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Why do you love Snape so much?

What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

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November - Chapter 19

*Warning Adult Content*

- Oliver -

As His flight makes it’s way from Washington to California, Oliver spent the time thinking of Cooper and remembering how they met on a plane.

He would have given anything to have Oliver next to him, taking up too much space and letting him hold his smaller hand when the plane took off.

Oliver looked at pictures from the trip, lingering on the ones of Cooper and him.

All along he had been sharing pictures on social media and Oliver had more than one text asking who Cooper was.

His friend Cameron was going to want to know all about it.

It was surreal landing back in California.

The palm trees were nice but Oliver missed the dark green spires of the evergreen trees in Washington.

The sun here seemed too bright after Washington's rain and clouds and everything was loud and busy.

It would take some getting used to after the quiet, laid back pace of the Olympic Peninsula.

Oliver still had his key to Brad's condo but it felt weird to use it now, so he knocked.

He was hoping his ex-boyfriend wouldn't be home but he knew there were a couple things they needed to talk about.

Brad would probably be glad to hear Oliver wasn't going to stay for the month he'd given him to find a new place.

To his dismay, the door opened and Oliver was faced with Brad standing there, impeccably dressed as usual.

The younger man felt his heart speed up at the sight and he couldn't deny his attraction to him.

Oliver had so many mixed feelings about seeing Brad again, everything from sadness to anger to anxiety.

"Did you lose your key?" Brad asks.

"No, I have it. Just thought I'd knock instead of barging in."

Brad stepped back and hold the door open.

"How was your flight?"

"It was fine. I'm planning on packing up my stuff and staying with Cameron until I find a new apartment."

Brad was silent as Oliver leaves his bag by the door and goes into the bedroom to start taking his clothes out of drawers and the closet.

He didn't realize Brad had followed him and it startled him when he spoke.

"I saw the pictures from the rest of your trip," he says, leaning against the doorway to the bedroom with his arms crossed.

"Are you with that redneck now?"

Oliver did his best to take a deep breath before he turns around and glares at his ex-boyfriend.

"No. Cooper lives in Washington, so how could I be? And he's not a redneck. Don't call him that."

Oliver begins putting his stuff in piles, on the bed, wishing Brad would just leave.

It was weird to be here with someone he had once loved and shared his life with for two years.

Oliver hated that he was still attracted to Brad and that he still made him feel like he had something to prove.

"Look, Oliver..."

Oliver turns around again and Brad is standing right in front of him, his expression serious.

"Maybe we acted too rashly. I've had a lot on my plate with work lately and the stress impacted my mood during our trip. I wasn't myself."

Confused, Oliver stared at him.

"What are you saying?"

"The week apart gave me time to think. I do love you and I don't want to lose you. I think it'd be best if you didn't move out yet. I need to get through a couple of projects that are coming up but then I'll have more free time. Time I can spend winning you back, taking you out to dinner, spending weekends in bed in different cities, going out to clubs like we used to."

Oliver couldn't believe what he was hearing and a wave of anger washes over him.

After everything Brad put him through, now he was going to toy with him like this?

‘Did he expect me to come running back to him?’

"Are you serious right now?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Like I said, I think we acted rashly."

"Not me, you. You broke up with me," Oliver yells, losing his composure.

Oliver wasn't normally an angry person and he knew he was letting his emotions get the best of me but he couldn't believe the nerve of Brad to act like this had been a mutual decision.

"We both weren't happy," Brad said.

"That's one thing you're right about. I wasn't happy. I was fucking miserable, Brad and it took time away from you and having someone treat me well in order for me to realize it. I'm not something you can discard when I'm inconvenient or you have better things to do. I'm not someone to line your pockets by paying half the rent while you put me down for my job not being good enough and not making enough money. I don't deserve to be just an option to you, instead of a priority."

"Is that what you think I did, took advantage of you by asking you to pay your half?" Brad asked, incredulous.

"And you think I don't prioritize you?"

"You don't. You act like it's a chore to be with me. You held the trip over my head as something you were doing for me but you made sure to let me know how much you sacrificed to make it happen. It should have been fun, not a guilt trip."

Brad stares at Oliver with a flat expression and cold eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Clearly we haven't seen things the same way and we'll have to talk about that. But I'll say it again, I'm sorry I wasn't myself during the trip."

Oliver shook his head, chuckling to himself even though nothing about this was funny.

"No, Brad, who you were during the trip is exactly who you are. It's who you've been for a long time. I kept clinging to how it was for the first six months, hoping you'd be that man again but I finally realized that man isn't coming back."

"People grow and change, Oliver. If you can't accept that, you're in for a rude awakening."

"You don't get it," Oliver says, frustrated.

"I don't think you ever will. But we're not compatible and we shouldn't be in a relationship. You got it right the first time when you broke up with me in Port Angeles."

Brad closes his eyes and sighs and Oliver remembers how his ex-boyfriend would do that whenever he was losing his patience with him.

It was another thing Oliver won't miss about him.

"Please just go," Oliver told him.

"You made your decision and now I'm making mine. We're done."

"Fine," Brad snaps and begins to walk out but then stopped in the doorway of the bedroom.

"You're making a mistake, choosing him over me."

"And you're making this about another man, when it's about you. I wouldn't come back to you even if Cooper didn't exist."

"Suit yourself," Brad  huffs.

Good luck dating an uncultured, uneducated redneck. I'm sure that's going to work out great for you."

Brad finally walks away and as soon as Oliver hears the front door close, he leans against the wall and slides down until he was sitting on the floor.

He was shaking after everything he'd said to Brad but he blinked back the tears, refusing to cry over him anymore.

Oliver wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out and never see Brad again.

But more than anything, he wanted Cooper.

He needed a big bear hug from him and he wanted to hear his voice and his booming laugh and see his smile.

But he lived a thousand miles away, which meant Oliver couldn't be with him when he wanted to.

And he couldn't blow up his life over a guy he'd known for all of two weeks.

It wasn't going to work out between them, no matter how many times they called each other or tried to visit.

That was no way to try to start a relationship.

Oliver knew all of this but it didn't stop him from taking out his cell-phone and calling Cooper.

Everything sucked right now and he was miserable and just wanted to feel better, even if it only lasted for a few minutes.

Cooper answered after a couple rings.

"Hey. You home? How was your flight?"

At the sound of Cooper’s voice, tears welled up in Oliver’s eyes again.

He didn't trust himself to speak.

"Oliver? Are you there?"

The young man cleared his throat.

"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry."

"Is everything okay?"

"No. No, it's not," Oliver confesses.

"I came back to Brad's condo to get my stuff and he had the nerve to suggest ‘we acted rashly’ and that ‘we shouldn't break up’. As if I had any part in that decision in the first place."

"That's ridiculous," Cooper says, already sounding offended on Oliver’s behalf.

"I know. He expected me to just forgive him and have everything go right back to normal after he ignored me on our trip, broke up with me and stranded me there."

"Are you still at his condo? Is he there?"

"No, he left. I went off on him and made it clear that we're not getting back together. I just want to get my stuff packed up and put this all behind me and forget about him."

"I'm sorry," Cooper says.

"I hate that you had to see him again and deal with his bullshit but I'm proud of you for telling him off. He doesn't deserve you. Never did."

"You know I have you to thank for this, right? Don't get me wrong, Brad made me feel like shit sometimes and I knew that wasn't okay but I didn't realize how much better things could be until I met you."

"You deserve the best," Cooper insists and then his voice softened.

"Are you going to be okay tonight? Do I need to get on a plane and fly down there?"

Oliver laughs through his tears.

"God, I wish I was with you right now. I'd give anything for one of your bear hugs."

"I miss you already," Cooper replies.

"I was happy to see it was you calling, even if it wasn't for a great reason. You can call me anytime."

"Same. I'd really like to hear from you. And I want to stay on the phone with you for the rest of the day, but I should focus on packing up my stuff so I can get out of here."

"I agree. Get everything moved and go be with your friends."

Oliver smiled to himself.

"Thanks for listening. I knew talking to you would cheer me up."

"Good. Whenever you need cheering up, call me. I can tell you stupid jokes."

"Sounds great," Oliver says, laughing.

"Have a good night and say hi to your family for me."

"Will do. Have a good night, Oliver."

After Oliver ends the call, he opens up one of the pictures of Cooper in a ridiculous pose on a hike and made it his phone background.

He knew he would need something to make him smile over the next few weeks.

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The Forbidden*

Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.

Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry

A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 6.8k words

Part 1 🍷 First Impressions 🍷

When your dad asked his girlfriend, Anne to marry him, you were beyond excited for them. Anne was a lovely, independent woman with a kind heart and she never took herself too seriously. You’d spent a little time with both Anne and your dad when you had time.

As a 22 year old struggling artist, though, it wasn’t always convenient to take the weekend to spend time with your dad anymore. The weekends were when you worked the most. You worked part time during the week as an administrative assistant so you could pay rent and buy groceries but your spare time was spent creating art, getting your pieces into local galleries, networking to get your name out there, and offering your services for commission.

You knew Anne had a son named Harry who was also a struggling artist. He was the front-man for a popular local band called Harry and the Humans. His band did alright, you’d heard. They’d get booked on the weekends at various venues and would travel on occasion to places outside of LA. You only knew about Harry what Anne shared with you.

After months of your dad asking you when you had a free night to meet Harry, and you assume the same was done with Harry on Anne’s end, the stars aligned and the four of you would finally all be together. Your dad and Anne really wanted you and Harry to meet before the wedding, which was only six months away. It was understandable really.

It was a Friday night and you’d all be staying over at your dad’s house, now also Anne’s as she recently moved all the rest of her things in. Your dad had a four bedroom house that could easily accommodate everyone. This was the house you grew up in. So, you’d be staying in your childhood bedroom, which hasn’t changed a bit since you’d moved out at 19.

You’d gotten off work at 3 pm and went directly to your apartment to shower and get yourself ready for a night away from your canvases. With an overnight bag packed and wearing your favorite overalls and crop top, you made the thirty minute drive to North Hollywood.

You parked your car on the street in front of the house because the driveway had two cars occupying it (your dad’s and Anne’s).

You didn’t bother knocking because it still felt like home to you. You walked through the front door, “I’m here!!” You sang out before closing the door behind you. You could hear chatter and then your dad’s voice followed by heavy footsteps coming around the corner. Your dad greeted you with his warm smile and brought you in for a hug.

“Hey sweetie. I’m so glad you could make it.” Your dad pulls away and right behind him was Anne, waiting her turn to be hugged. After greeting the two you’re wondering if Harry’s arrived yet as you don’t see or hear another person.

Anne speaks up as you all walk into the kitchen where dinner is being made, “Harry will be coming later. Hopefully before we start eating but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be. He’s stuck in traffic coming back from Bakersfield, and well,” she laughed and rolled her eyes, “poor planning to top it off. So, he’ll be late. It’s pretty much par for the course with him. He’s terrible at planning and showing up on time. Always has been.”

The three of you finished putting everything together for dinner and have opened your second bottle of wine. Music is playing around the kitchen and you’re feeling relaxed and happy to be back home.

You and your dad put the food on the dining table and Anne changes the music playlist before you all sit down and begin to eat. Anne insisted everyone start eating because she didn’t want the food to get cold.

Ten minutes into dinner there's a knock at the front door and then the doorbell chimes. Anne hops up first and then you and your dad follow behind.

When Anne opens the door she launches herself at the tall man who must be Harry and wraps her arms around his middle, “Harry! My boy! You must come in to eat! We’ve just started.” She pulls him through the threshold and that’s when you get a good look at him. He’s got tattoos up his left arm and long brown curly hair, light green eyes and his smile nearly made your knees give out.

You dad gives him a side hug and a pat on his chest and Harry returns the chest pat to your dad but then his eyes are on you and you move forward to hold a hand out to shake. Harry looks down at your hand and then laughs when he puts his hand out as well, “A handshake. How nice.” He says as his hand envelopes yours and he winks at you. You chuckle, not really knowing how to respond to his comment. Should you have assumed he would want a hug?

When the four of you are all back in the dining room and Harry has filled his plate, he begins to talk and he’s apologizing for being so late as he pours a glass of wine for himself.

“S’my fault. Thought we’d have more time to get back into the city. I fucked up that one.” He looks over at you and grins. You begin to sweat.

Anne swats at the air toward Harry, “Language…” everyone laughs.

The dinner was pretty nice and conversation flowed well. You and Harry shared a few things and comments about yourselves as a way to get to know one another better. But you found yourself less relaxed in Harry’s presence. Before he’d arrived you were really feeling at peace but Harry changed everything. There was a tension in the air and you didn’t know if anyone else felt it but you.

You were aware that you found him so attractive that you were floundering with how to act around him. This was pretty normal for you, to not know how to act around an attractive guy. The issue here was, though, that Harry would soon be your step brother. Your attraction to him needed to be squashed immediately. So your default was to act even more weird and nervous around him. Because of course it was.

When you all had cleared the table cleaned up the kitchen you settled into the living room. There was no real plan for the night once dinner was done. So, you relaxed into your spots and open up another bottle of wine.

Your dad began talking about you as a little girl and told some funny, and some embarrassing stories about you and you felt Harry’s eyes on you from time to time. Your dad and Anne sat on the love seat near the fireplace and you Harry sat on the large couch at opposite ends. You sat with your legs tucked under you and didn’t allow yourself to look at Harry unless it was necessary (like if he was speaking or you were speaking to one another).

Then Anne shared some stories about Harry. The night was truly a nice one. If anyone were to be looking in on you four no one would have known the turmoil you were in. How tense you were feeling. How your thighs were aching from the sound of his voice alone.

At 10 pm your dad and Anne announced they were tired and would see you and Harry in the morning.

With the TV on and a half bottle of wine left on the coffee table you decided to stay up a little longer.

“Do you have any pictures of your artwork?” Harry asks you as he stands to refill your glasses, emptying the bottle.

You sit up straight and watch the bottle in his hand, not allowing yourself too much eye contact, “Uh, yeah. I do actually. I have an Instagram and that’s where I post most of my pieces.”

“Well, could I see? If you don’t mind.” He shifts on feet.

“S… sure! Let me just…” you get up to grab your cellphone so you can pull your Instagram up. Harry holds a finger to you as he takes the bottle into the kitchen. When he returns to the living room he sits right next to you on the couch so he can look at your Instagram page with you.

You show him some of your newer works and he seems impressed but you never assume anyone really likes your work. It’s always easier for people to just compliment your talent and say nice things than it is for them to say, “It’s not my thing.”

Harry leans forward and lifts his hips as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and brings up his own Instagram page, where he searches for you and then follows you. You immediately follow him back and start looking through his posts and begin watching a video that was posted a year ago of him and his band at a local bar playing. It’s hard to get good sound from the recording that was sent to Harry’s phone but his band does sound pretty good.

Suddenly, Harry puts his large hand over your phone and pushes it down toward your lap, “Enough of that.” He laughs. You lock your phone and lean forward to place it on the coffee table where you then grab your glass of wine and lean back into a comfortable position but you're hyper aware of Harry’s nearness. He’s still sitting right next to you. Right next to you.

“You’ll have to come see my band some time. We sound better in person. That recording is shit.” Harry re situates himself so his arm is draped along the back of the couch behind you and you actually think you’re going to have an orgasm from the nearness alone. God you must be hard up.

You laugh nervously and look over at Harry as he sips his wine, “For sure. Would be fun.” You look back to your glass of wine and take a gulp. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you but you keep your face forward and look at the TV.

“Do you want to watch something else on TV, or?” Your sentence trailed off as you brought your gaze back to Harry and he was grinning playfully at you.

“Or? What? What else would we do, hmm?” He asked you in jest and nudged at your neck with his fingers brushing over your skin and you nearly ended yourself by choking on your wine at the contact of his finger on the skin of your neck.

You began coughing and sputtering as you gasped for air and cursed yourself for breathing in a gasp at Harry’s innocent touch at the moment you were swallowing a gulp of wine. He had no idea the thoughts swirling in your mind about his ringed fingers, his light green eyes on yours, the feel of his fingers gently brushing at your neck, his cologne…

Harry gently patted at your back and rubbed as you coughed and gasped for an embarrassingly long time. His hand dragging over your back was not helping keep your thoughts about him contained especially because his warm fingers and rings were coming into contact with your skin not covered by your crop top and overalls.

“Y’alright there, sis?” Harry chuckled and you whipped your head to look at him. Sis? You laughed and shook your head before looking back down to your lap which was now splattered with droplets of red wine that you’d coughed out.

“I’m fine. Just went down the wrong hole.” You move to stand but Harry stops you by grabbing your arm and pulling you back to sitting.

“Let me get you a towel. Here.” He’s holding your wine glass out to you. He must have taken it while you were dramatically hacking like an idiot. Harry gets up and you breathe in. You need to fucking calm down.

Harry returns thirty seconds later with a towel as promised and sits next to you again, handing you the cloth.

You mumble thanks to him and roll your eyes at yourself. Harry got comfortable in his spot, crossing an ankle over his knee, angled toward you and your heartbeat picked up. His presence was not giving your hormones a break.

“So, back to what we were talking about… what do you want? Watch something else or do something? I’m a night owl myself. I’d suggest going out to a bar or something but I’ve probably just passed my limit on alcohol so I can’t drive.”

You toss the towel onto coffee table and lean back into the couch. Harry is looking at you, awaiting an answer and you force yourself to look back at him because that’s more polite than continuing to look straight ahead at the TV.

You gulp hard and force a smile onto your face, hoping you appear normal and confident, “Yeah, I’m usually up until like 3 in the morning painting. Uh, and I also can’t drive because I’ve probably had the equivalent of an entire bottle of wine tonight. So… uhh…” you forgot what you were even supposed to be answering and your mind went blank as you forced your eyes to remain on his. His sincere and solid gaze had scrambled your brains.

Harry’s grinning at you once again and he cocks his head, “Are you okay?” He brought his lips into his mouth to hide his grin from growing wider and you couldn’t help it when you watched his mouth and his lips and then his tongue when he licked his lips.

When you just sat in a daze Harry brushed his fingers over your neck again and hummed. You closed your eyes because you were spiraling and you could feel yourself losing your good senses.

“Hey. Look at me. Come on…” Harry nudged at your chin and you pop your eyes open to comply with his request.

He looked at you for a moment before speaking, “Can I tell you a secret?” His fingers brushing feather-like contact on your neck.

You nod and breathe out hard through your nose as your stomach involuntarily clenches. At this point you just had no control over how you reacted or responded to Harry.

Harry leans in a few inches so his pant-clad thigh is brushed up against yours, “I think you’re cute and that’s a problem. Isn’t it? Cause I think you feel the same about me.” Your mouth parts at his admission and his correct identification of your own feelings.

You swallow again before you squeak out a breathy response, “Really? Uhh…” you feel like you’ll pass out. Or die maybe.

Harry continues, realizing he’s not going to get much out of you, “I mean, I guess we’re not technically step brother and sister yet. So, it doesn’t need to be problem quite yet. Does it?” He nudged more solidly at your neck. He’s looking for an answer, a response from you, confirming his confession.

You look at him and he’s so close and the way he’s looking at you causes an immediate gush of warmth into your cotton panties.

You laugh nervously and carefully choose your words, “Yeah, I… but it is still problem because your mom and my dad…” and that was what your brain had carefully planned as a response, you cringe in embarrassment.

Harry doesn’t stop his fingers dragging over your neck, but he does increase the pressure slightly, making it very clear that he wants you to know that he is touching you on purpose.

“We’ve got, what? Six months? Six months before they’re married and we’re considered step siblings. Hmm?” He squeezes at your skin, his fingers now wrapped around the back of your neck. Another warm gush absorbing into the fabric covering the space between your thighs.

You don’t know how it happened because you blacked out for a moment or something. Was it you who moved your lips onto his or did he make the first move? Either way your lips pressed together and slowly closed around his soft lips. You were kissing your soon-to-be step brother and you liked it.

Harry’s one hand remained at the back of your neck and his other hand cupped your face, keeping your lips pulled into his as he deepened the kiss.

When he sucked your tongue into his mouth you whimpered and he backed away, separating your wet lips, “Let’s go upstairs. Don’t want to the parents to walk in on their kids making out.” Harry laughed out and helped to pull you up off the couch.

You led the way to your room for no reason other than because it was furthest from your dad’s room. You opened your door and Harry followed you in. After sliding the lock into place on your door you turned to face Harry and he was looking all around your room. You had your old artwork all over the walls, with a sprinkling of band posters in between. Your bed was a twin size pushed against the wall near the window that looked out over the street.

Harry turned to look at you and shook his head. “Why’re so you fucking nervous? It’s just me, your brother.” Harry grinned wide and laughed at his dumb joke as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m about to kick you out.” You put your hands on your hips. You were suddenly feeling a little better, a little more like yourself with the bit of distance from Harry. Plus the last glass of wine was working it’s way into your blood stream.

Harry closed the space between you two and put his hands at your hips and dipped his head down to yours, “But you won’t. You want me here in your childhood bedroom.” Harry smiled.

You chuckled and remained still, letting him grasp at your hips and letting him keep his face inches from yours. And he was right. You wouldn’t kick him out.

So, you reached your hands up over his shoulders and brought him in to you where your lips could meet again and continue where you’d left off. It was immediately frantic and sloppy. Harry licked into your mouth and you flattened your tongue for him as you closed your lips over his tongue. Harry groaned and gripped you tighter, effectively pressing your body into his.

When you thought your legs would give out you parted yourself from him and pulled him to your bed. Harry climbed over you and pressed you into your mattress and gave you a peck before holding himself back up over you.

“So, sis…” he breathed out a laugh from his nose as you shoved at his chest for calling you sis, “… don’t know how far you want to go, and I don’t want to assume anything, but I don’t have condoms with me. I can still make you feel good, though.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and then dipped down to kiss you again. You grabbed onto him and pulled him down over you.

Of course you didn’t have condoms either. Intercourse would be off the table tonight. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy the things you could do with one another.

Harry pushed himself away and looked down at you, his hair falling around his face and he lifted his eyebrows at you in question.

You brought your elbows back so you could lean up and smiled, “That’s okay. There are other things we can do.” You scooted yourself out from under him and undid your overall buttons and let the jean straps fall behind your back and the front bib down your front. Then you hastily took off your top, forgetting you weren’t wearing a bra until you put your finger in the bottom hem of your shirt and felt nothing underneath.

But you had already made the motion and since Harry began to follow your lead and removed his own shirt you felt you had to continue with the task at hand, bra or no bra. It should have come as no surprise when Harry sucked in a sharp breath at the sight before him. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he let his gaze drift over your torso and focus in on your tits. But seeing Harry's bare chest gave you a similar reaction. He had more tattoos over his chest and stomach and his body was fit, well toned.

Harry quickly stood up as began unbuttoning his pants and it was then you noticed the thick bulge stuffed into the front of his jeans. He dragged them down his legs as you kneed yourself up to let the material of your overalls drop down your body. You kicked them off and you two were finally only left in your underwear. Harry in grey briefs with a healthy erection pushing at the fabric, and you in white panties with fruit patterns all over.

Harry quickly climbed back onto the bed and grasped your face so he could kiss you. You and Harry were both knelt facing one another, knees digging into your violet comforter, bodies pressed together. You could feel Harry’s dick like this and it increased the wetness between your legs, knowing you had turned him on enough to be so hard like he was.

Harry slid his hands down from your face and over your sides, down to your hips. He parted his lips from yours and took another good look at you and then brought his attention back to your eyes.

Harry’s dilated pupils searched your face before he spoke, “Can I try eating you out? Only have done in a few times but I really like doing it.”

You had never been eaten out before. You’d been fingered and had done other stuff, but never been eaten out. You weren’t a virgin but you were still quite a novice when it came to anything sexual. And orgasms were something only achieved in the privacy of your own bedroom all by yourself.

You nodded, “Sure. I’ve never been…” you look away for a moment, feeling your face burn hot, “uh…” and then you bring your eyes back to Harry’s and he’s smiling softly at you and it makes you feel safe, “but you can if you want. Sorry if it’s gross…”

Harry grasps at your chin and smacks his lips over yours before speaking, “It won’t be gross. Now, can I have you lay down and I’ll take my time with you first? Maybe use my fingers too if that’s okay?”

You plop down onto your bottom and lay back with your hands over your face. You feel so exposed in this position and you do want whatever Harry’s going to do but it’s still embarrassing for you to be almost completely naked before him.

Harry gently grasps at your wrists and moves your hands away from your face. He’s grinning sweetly at you. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re fucking fine as hell. Look at you.” Harry moves his gaze down your body before looking back at you, “Are you a virgin? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You sit up and shake your head quickly, “No! Just not a lot of experience.” You laugh and then lie back for him again. Harry smiles and crawls back over you and begins softly kissing your lips before bringing his mouth down over your jawline and sponging wet, hot kisses down your neck and toward your breasts. He kisses light, open mouthed pecks around the soft parts of your breasts and looks up at you as he moves toward a nipple with his lips. You place a hand in his hair and watch him work your nipples and he looks back up at you frequently while doing so. You couldn’t help the noises that were falling from your lips.

Harry smirks as he looks up to you, “You really like this don’t you? I can tell but you need to try and keep it down a little. Don’t want Mummy and Daddy to hear.” He chuckles at his tease and you try to push at him, but Harry’s not budging and you’re pretty much pinned down by him.

“Stop saying shit like that, Harry!” You whisper-shout and he dips back down to kiss you with a quick peck.

“M’just fuckin with you. But it is kind of a turn on when you think about it. Forbidden, taboo, totally depraved… Mmm… makes this feel extra hot.” He pushes his mouth to yours and laps at your lips and you can’t argue with him. It is hot.

Harry begins to lower himself over you again and he licks and sucks and kisses over your burning skin. The saliva left behind on your tummy cools you down a little but when he’s lowered himself to your hips you lift your neck to watch him. You were concerned about how you might smell or taste. Harry groaned when he placed his hands on the swell of your thighs and kissed over your panties. He dug his nose into your cotton covered mound and groaned deeply.

You were so wet and so turned on, more than anyone had ever gotten you before. Harry lifted his head to speak, “Y’already smell so good. Is it alright if I take off your cute little panties?” He’s already putting his fingers into the elastic waist of your panties and you’re nodding, “Yes. It’s okay.”

You drop your head back down to the bed and can feel as he pulls the material down and you lift your hips to help him expose your most intimate parts to him. Harry lets out a breathy groan as he sees your pussy totally drenched and ready for him. He knows that if he had a condom he could probably slide himself in nicely right now.

Harry returns to his position between your legs and lowers himself. He kisses over your thighs and licks upward to the crease where your thigh and hip meet. Harry looks up at you again, “Gonna touch you and taste you now, m’kay?” He looks back down to your cunt like he’s a hungry man and his favorite dish has been placed before him.

“Okay, Harry.” You whisper. It’s hard to think clearly because you know what’s about to happen and your nervous but excited to know what it feels like.

Harry grunts as he takes his index finger through your labia. Warm, slick, ready… He very gently rubs over your clit and you gasp. You grab one of your pillows and stuff it under your neck so you can watch Harry with his ringed fingers working over your clit as he licks his lips. It feels so good but he’s only teasing you with the gentle touches.

Harry takes his time, running his fingers around your folds and up over and around your clit before he finally sticks two fingers inside of you. You drop your mouth open and your breathing begins to pick up when you feel the pressure of his fingers moving into you and then curling upward like he’s trying to scratch your itch. He looks up at you with a cocky smirk before lowering his mouth onto you. He starts out kissing softly over your clit, then he uses his tongue to swirl patterns around it. You whimper quietly and then he picks up the pace.

When he’s sucking on you and brings your clit into his mouth, swiping his tongue down hard you moan a little too loudly. Fuck it felt so good. You never realized how nasty and sexy it was. Harry’s cheeks and nose had a sheen on it from your arousal you noticed when he lifted his head up to give you a look of warning about how loud you were being.

You tried. You really did, but having Harry’s mouth on your cunt felt… historic, religious, curative, and impossible. This wasn’t anything you’d ever experienced and having Harry doing it to you.. well, your moaning was reflexive, not intentional.

Harry squeezed at your thigh tightly with his free hand and looked up at you before moving his hand up your body and to your mouth. He lifted his head further to speak, his lips and chin shiny, “Told ya to keep quiet. This will help, open up.” He tilts his chin upward to you and you pop your lips apart, allowing Harry to stuff three fingers inside. “There we go, now suck on them while I finish up down here, maybe having something in your mouth will help keep you quiet.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Everything was now even more intense with Harry’s fingers in your mouth. You were going to lose your mind. Harry’s fingers inside of you, his lips on your soft, wet clit, another set of fingers in your mouth, which you sucked on diligently. Your moans were muffled now but you tried even harder to keep quiet.

Harry worked on you for a bit more and you began to float. You were breathing out hard through your nose and doing a good job of keeping quiet. The only other sounds that could be heard were of Harry’s mouth and tongue licking and sucking and the wet rhythm of his fingers sliding into your drenched little hole.

Harry looked up at you and you could see his brows furrow and then he lifted his head to speak, “Fuck this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You look so good like that sucking on my fingers while my face is buried in your cunt.” He kept his eyes on you as he lowered his lips back to your clit and dug in further.

With one hand you held onto his wrist as you sucked his fingers, and with your other hand you wove your fingers through his hair and held him closer to you. You were so close to your orgasm and it was a surprise to you. Harry was really good despite having said that he’d only done it a few times, but you could certainly tell he enjoyed doing it.

When you began to tip you felt your thighs quiver and your skin burned to a thousand degree. You closed your eyes and focused on sucking on Harry’s fingers and keeping quiet but you were knocked into a primal state of consciousness. You only knew what was happening to your body and it felt too good to deny yourself the pleasure of using your voice as you moaned and whined.

Harry continued thrusting his fingers into your pussy as you were experiencing the peak of your orgasm but he lifted his mouth from you and you could hear him chuckling as he shushed you, shh, shh, shh! He removed his fingers from your mouth and then just completely covered your mouth with his palm. He lowered his lips back to your clit to work you through.

You were heaving in breaths in and out of your nose and when you’d finally come down you pushed Harry’s head back so he would release from you.

Harry removed his fingers from your pussy and his palm from your mouth as he sat up and rubbed over your thighs gently. He sat and just watched as you calmed down.

When you started to feel slightly embarrassed again, as Harry was just looking at you while you lie before him completely naked, you sat up by your elbows and drew your legs in to close your thighs.

“Uh, can I? Like…” you’re eyes shot down toward his crotch as you licked your lips and brought your eyes back to his, “give you a blow job so you can come too?”

Harry’s face scrunched up and a small whine fell from his throat. He crawled to you and grasped the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours before speaking, “Fuck. Why do you look so innocent saying something so dirty?”

You let out a small laugh in embarrassment and sat up further so you could take care of Harry, if he wanted it, but you had a good feeling that he did. “Just want to return the favor, I’d like to.” You sat up to your knees and Harry was shaking his head as he sat back and scooted his back to your head board.

“It’s fucking too bad you’re gonna be my step sister. You’re so cute and so sweet.” He reaches out to you and wraps his palm around your forearm and pulls you to him. When you’re close enough for him to wrap his other arm around your waist he drags you into his lap so your straddling him, your thighs over his, center pressed into his. Harry brings his hands down your thighs and smooths his palms over them, “Have you ever given anyone a blow job?”

You shook you’re head, “Like, I’ve licked a penis once but never a full on blowie.” You bite your lip feeling so inadequate. You feel like Harry is way out of your league.

Harry closes his eyes and pulls his lips into his mouth when you rock your hips over Harry. You were mostly trying to settle down into his lap more comfortably but the feeling of his cock nudging into your center was inviting. Given how thick he felt under you, it was obvious Harry was well hung.

Harry grasped onto your hips and moved you over him again. Your naked, wet pussy rubbing over his thick, fabric covered cock was doing things to you. You grasped onto his shoulders as he spoke, “So, I just took your cunnilingus virginity, and now you want me to take your blow job virginity?” Harry nuzzled his nose against yours and brought his lips over yours, kissing softly. You both began rocking your hips into one another, dry humping.

Harry let out a shaky breath after parting his lips from yours, “Let’s do something else. Maybe I could take my briefs off and we can just do this? It’ll feel really good and I’ll be able to come like this. I’ll just come on your tummy.” He keeps his eyes on yours, waiting for your reply.

To you, that sounded perfect. You’d be able to really feel him but without him being inside you, and with how wet you were it wouldn’t take much work to make Harry come.

You nodded, “That sounds good.”

You leaned back as Harry quickly got rid of his briefs, tossing them to the floor, before dragging you back into his lap with your wet pussy smothering his hard cock. And he was certainly of impressive size.

You began shifting your hips up and down, getting him nice and wet with your arousal. Harry helped guide you by holding at your hips.

It was slippery and warm and your clit was in constant contact with Harry’s thick length. You looked down between you two and could see Harry’s stocky head peek up from your labia every time he thrust upward. Your rhythm naturally increased as you were now both getting into it and it was slick and much easier to glide over him.

Harry gasped and then bit his lip to keep himself quiet but the sound of your bed squeaking and the noise of your bodies moving together, slicked by your arousal, couldn’t be hidden. It sounded like people having sex even without the moaning.

“You feel so good on me like this. Gonna dream about your little, wet cunt til I’m an old man.” Harry pressed his lips onto yours and continued thrusting his hips upward as much as he could, but most of the work was coming from your end. You were rocking over him and shifting your hips up and down, gliding your folds over his shaft.

You moved your face from Harry’s to look at him when you began feeling another orgasm wash over you. “It does feel so good, Harry. M’gonna come again, can you cover my mouth?” You keep your eyes on his and watch as he furrows his brows and groans lowly.

“Fuck, okay.” He brings a palm up to your mouth and you find that you really like your mouth being covered (or fingers stuffed in them) while you’re doing something intimate. It surprises you but with the feeling of Harry’s palm covering your mouth and his eyes on yours you find yourself coming again with what would have been a loud moan but Is just a muffled noise that hopefully cannot be heard from the hallway outside your door.

Harry begins to come too, when he can tell you’ve been knocked over the edge into your own orgasm. He bites his lip and releases all over both of your tummies. Harry feels dizzy and he’s clenching his lip so hard as his orgasm washes through his system. The squeak of your bed intensified with the two you rocking together.

When your breathing begins to even out you realize you’re leaned into Harry’s chest and he’s rubbing your back with one of his hands you sit up and look down over you both and then to his eyes. His beautiful light green eyes.

“I can go get a towel. Um…” your sentence is cut off by someone knocking on your door and then you hear your dad’s voice, “Honey? Everything okay in there?”

Your eyes widen when you look at Harry who’s looking at the door in concern.

“Yeah! M’fine.” You didn’t know what else to say. You and Harry remained still, your thighs still straddling his, Harry’s come covering your tummy, and you knew your door was locked so your dad couldn’t come in but you may need to figure something out if your dad needed more information from you about the noises. He had to have heard, otherwise why would he be up asking if you’re okay?

“Okay. Well, sounded like some noise going on in there and…” you closed your eyes as you waited for your dad to continue as he paused for a moment before continuing, “and Harry’s not in his room. Is he by chance with you in there?”

That was your cue to get up off Harry and point to your closet so Harry could hide fast. You quickly dressed yourself and pushed Harry’s close under your bed as you spoke, “Hold on dad. I was just about to come out to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed anyway.”

You unlatched the lock and opened the door to see your dad standing in his pajamas, looking exhausted. “Maybe I can help you look for him. Does he smoke? Maybe he want outside.” You lead your dad away from your door and hoped to god that the cum on your torso didn't soak through the shirt you pulled over your body in haste. You tugged up a pair of sleep shorts from your overnight bag and cringed at having to put your clean sleep shorts over yourself in your sticky state.

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it. He’s 22, think he can take care of himself. I’m sure he’s fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You both walked down the hallway together and he squeezed at your shoulder before continuing to the end of the hall to his bedroom as you went into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and quickly wet a hand towel and cleaned yourself up so you could get back to your room to give Harry a towel as well.

You re entered your bedroom and closed the door behind you, locking the latch. You whispered to Harry as you opened up your closet, “Hey! Coast is clear.” Harry stepped out and you handed him the towel.

When Harry put his briefs back on you expected him to say goodnight and leave your room. But instead he saunters over to your bed and plops down onto it, crossing his ankles.

“Harry, what are you doing?” You sit onto the edge your bed and wait for him to respond.

“What? You’re just gonna kick me out now? Okay.” He sits up, acting dramatically put out, “Fine. I see how it is…” you turn toward him and push him back down to your mattress and breathe out a laugh when he bounces onto his back, “If you want to stay that’s fine. I just expected you to leave after.”

Harry grins at you and pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Just want to cuddle til we fall asleep. S’that okay?”

You nod your head into his chest and relax your body into his where you both fall into a heavy limbed sleep, forgetting all about the consequences of all the things you’d just done, including falling asleep together while just down the hallway from both of your parents.

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Harrington’s got her | What’s in a name?

Summary: Reader and Eddie had been high school sweethearts and planned on being together forever. Instead, life had other plans and flipped reader’s world upside down. Now reader finds herself becoming a single mother and possibly falling in love with her childhood best friend, Steve Harrington.

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: Angst. Teen pregnancy. Reader is 19 years old. Vecna and Eddie are both dead. Everything was solved at the end of volume two.

Request: Nope. I had an idea for this and just wanted to write it.

Pairings: Past Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader

Writers Note: Hi! Here’s part 5! Sorry this took so long to post, I’ve been super busy as I’ve started back at university. I also had writer’s block which partially postponed the writing process. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy💗

Part 4

You had awoken to the sun shining through your curtains. You felt the warmth of Steve radiating off his body as you laid your head on his chest. You could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat and the sound of his soft snores. You took a deep breath and captured his scent. You couldn’t help but wonder if this could be something you got used to. You quickly pushed that thought to the back of your mind as you felt Steve stir underneath you. 

“Good Morning,” He smiled down at you, “Sleep well?” he chuckled as he felt you untangle your legs from his and pull away.

“Honestly, that is the best I’ve slept in months but that could be because I got to use you like a body pillow,” you hesitated waiting for his reaction, “thank you by the way.” You bit your lip. 

He smiled, “You can use me any way you need, I’m here to be used at your disposal.” he half-joked. He didn’t want to hide his feelings any longer, and he thought he made that very clear last night when he all but confessed his love for you. 

“Can we talk about last night because,” You were cut off by a knock at the door, “Y/N, Sweetie, Your dad and I got an earlier flight home.” Your mom said opening the door and walking into the bedroom, “Oh hi Steve, it’s nice to see you around here.” She gave him a warm smile..

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N, I was actually just on my way out,” He quickly shoved his jacket and shoes on and looked towards you, “Can we finish this later?” he asked. 

“Yeah, sure, why not.” Once he left your room, you fell back into your pillows and sighed annoyed. Why did your parents have to come home early and why did they have to interrupt your conversation right then? 

 Another month had passed, and you watched the leaves slowly began to change from beautiful greens to vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows as Summer turned to fall. You had been nervous knowing that you only had a little over a month left in your pregnancy and it was becoming abundantly obvious by how you would go on spiels about saving money, taking any extra shifts at work while babysitting on the side, and how much you had begun nesting. You would enlist your friends to help you clean your room and arrange it multiple times until you felt like it would be perfect enough to bring your son home to. You knew that he wouldn’t care or even understand that you were young and it would be trial and error with raising him. He wouldn’t understand that his father wouldn’t be there to help you, but you knew you would be the best mom you could be to him and that you weren’t alone because you knew your friends, who became like your family, would always be there to support you.

You and Steve hadn’t even talked about that night despite hanging out multiple times since then. The further you got into your pregnancy the more time Steve seemed to spend with you, but over the past two and a half weeks Steve had been a little more distant and you didn’t know why. However, things had seemed to go back to normal. Steve had taken you to one of your appointments and now he was driving the two of you back to your house. 

“Andrew?” Steve threw out there. 

“Like McCarthy? Ew no.” You and Steve had spent the better part of the drive discussing names for your son. You had browsed baby name books multiple times and never found one that you were particularly in love with. You wanted a name that meant something to you and would give your son a deeper connection to Eddie than just sharing blood and his last name. 

“Alright,” Steve sighed, “What about Thomas?” He asked as he drove onto your street. 

“Are you just naming famous actors from movies?” You looked over at him raising an eyebrow and questioning him. 

“Maybe,” he looked over with a smirk on his face.

“You watched Top Gun once and suddenly you want my son to be named after Tom Cruise.” 

“Listen, he was also great in Risky Business,” he said trying to defend himself. 

“Yeah, ok Steve,” you said through a laugh, “Do you wanna come inside? I own a copy of Risky Business on VHS.” you teased. “We could pop some popcorn, maybe order a pizza and pretend we’re teenagers again for a bit? You know before all the monster hunting and baby stuff happened.” 

“Yeah, that sounds really nice.” Steve got out of the car and followed you inside. 

“Surprise!” You heard them yell as you walked through your front door with Steve in tow.

“Holy Shit!” you screamed surprised. You heard Steve chuckle behind you, “Oh my god, is this why you’ve been so distant the past two weeks?’ You asked turning to the tall brunette man. 

“Yeah sorry about that.” He gave you a smile and scratched the back of his neck nervously. 

“Well, thank you.” you gave him a soft smile that made him blush.

You sat on the floral couch in your living room, watching various people having various different conversations. You were surrounded by gifts for your son and patiently waited to open them.

“Hey Kiddo,” you turned to your side to see Wayne, “I hope it’s ok that I got here late. I had a shift at the factory and needed to get in a quick shower.” You leaped up and brought him into a tight hug.

“Oh Wayne, it’s so great to see you.” He chuckled and hugged you back.

“It’s nice to see you too,” he pulled away, “I can’t stay long, but I wanted to give you my gift before I had to leave.”

“Oh ok,” you tried to keep your smile, but you were upset that he was already leaving so soon. Wayne pulled out a stack of letters and a photograph book, “these belonged to my mom- Eddie’s grandmother,” he hesitated, “you know she was the closest thing to a mother that he had and I think she would’ve wanted you to have them.”

You grabbed the stack of letters and photograph book from him, “She really loved Eddie and would’ve loved to have met your son.” He finished. You both had tears in your eyes, “Thank you, Wayne. This means so much to me and I’m sure it’d mean a lot to Eddie too.” You gave him another hug.

“Anytime kiddo,” he hugged you back and softly ruffled your hair when he pulled away, “I think Eddie would also want me to tell you it’s ok to give that Harrington kid a chance.”

“I- what? How?” You blushed.

“Everyone can see how you guys look at each other,” he smiled, “plus he’s looking at you right now.” He chuckled.

You looked back and caught Steve looking at you as if you had hung the stars. His cheeks started to heat up as he looked back at Dustin and Robin to finish their conversation.

Later that night you found yourself wrapped up on the couch with a cup of warm tea and looking through the photograph book from Wayne. You flipped through the pages that were covered in pictures of Eddie and his family, mostly of him, his grandmother and uncle Wayne, and notes written on the side by his grandmother.

You looked up at Steve, who was sitting on the opposite end watching your VHS tape of Risky Business, “I know what I want to name him.” You said confidently.

“Hm,” Steve looked at you curiously with a raised eyebrow.

“Nathaniel,” a smile graced your face. “It was Eddie’s grandmother’s maiden name. She was the closest thing he had to a mother and she loved him so much.”

“Nathaniel,” Steve echoed, “I like it and I think Eddie would love it.” He smiled at you.

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Hi! Would you be able to write a James Potter x reader only 1 bed au with the fluff prompt number 24? That would be so cool! Thank you :)

kind of in love. | james potter

synopsis ── who knew remus and sirius almost breaking up would push you and james together? ♡

── james potter x fem!reader genre ── fluff word count ── 2.2k note ── james and reader have graduated hogwarts and are around 18/19 also remus and sirius are together in this and if anyone has a problem with that then my account is not for you :)

request ── hi! would you be able to write a james potter x reader only 1 bed au with the fluff prompt number 24? that would be so cool! thank you :) ♡

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prompts ── 24. “guess we’re stuck here for the night,” “don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,”

Remus was the best friend you could ever ask for and you wish you’d never met him. The two of you had bonded in your fourth year and, while he loved his fellow marauders, you were someone who he could talk to without being made fun of, considering there was a heavy amount of playful banter that went on between the four boys. The two of you had found a flat together right out of Hogwarts and you’d loved living with him.

You were both pretty clean people, keeping the mess contained to your bedrooms. Remus could cook, you couldn’t, so you did the dishes after dinner, and you had a good group of mutual friends, so noise was never really a problem.

One of those mutual friends was James Potter. You’d liked him for a while now, but had accepted it was just something that wasn’t meant to be. He was over at your place helping you set up a new shelf set in your bedroom, you’d promised to help him study for his upcoming auror exam in exchange. You could have done it yourself, but James was taller and also you were both bored, wanting an excuse to spend time with the other.

“All done,” James sat down on your bed beside you as he finished. “Why didn’t we just use magic, again?”

You snorted. “Yeah, cause that worked out so well last time,” the last time you’d tried to assemble furniture with magic, James had somehow blown the whole thing up. “I thought you were the charms guy,” he sent you a questioning look. “You know, the guy who’s good at charms,”

“Oh,” he nodded his head in understanding. “I thought you meant cause I was devastatingly charming,”

You shoved him and he rolled off the bed, landing with a grunt on the floor. “Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly. “I just realised how hungry I am,”

“Yeah, I can grab us some food,” you reached for the handle of your bedroom door when you were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and raised voices. “Is that Sirius?”

James crawled along the floor and pressed his ear to the door, still on his knees. “Yeah, this sounds like Sirius and Remus,” he strained. “I can’t hear what they’re saying though,”

“Do we… go out there?” you asked awkwardly.

There was a particularly loud shout and a bang, and you both sprung away from the door. “Nope,” James said, standing up properly. “I think that would be a very very bad idea,”

“Great,” you fell backwards onto your bed with a groan. “I’m starving,”

“Same,” James said. “Well, I guess we can study for my exam then, or we can just hang out,”

“No,” you shook your head. “If you wanna study we can study, thank you for the shelves,”

James nodded and looked around. “I may or may not have left my wand in the living room,”

You sighed. “Awesome. What have I got in here that we can do?” you didn’t have much in your room. Just clothes and some stuff you were working on. You were training to work at the department of magical cooperation, and there was a practical test you needed to take in order for you to become fully qualified. “Nothing, I’m boring,”

“Well, there’s a bed,” he sniggered and you shoved him away again, your heart fluttering. This really wasn’t helping you get over your crush. “We can study for your exam?”

“God, what happened to you?” you asked, propping yourself on your elbow to look at him, sprawled out along the floor. His hair was messy, as usual, and you wanted to run your fingers through it. “If you said that a year ago I would have died from shock,”

“I know,” he groaned. “I’m boring now,” he looked up at you over the top of his glasses. You were just in some black track pants and one of Remus’s sweaters. If the werewolf boy wasn’t gay he would have thought he was in love with you. You and Remus did love each other, with the other three boys thinking you were dating before he came out. It had been a huge relief to James when Remus had told him. He'd spent two years feeling like the worst friend in existence for being in love with you.

You glanced behind you at the clock on your nightstand, it was already nine, Remus and Sirius had been fighting for two hours. “How the hell does an argument last two hours?” James sighed. “I’m going to die of starvation,”

You moved over and patted the spot on the bed next to you. “I guess we’re stuck here for the night,” you said to him as he climbed in next to you, the two of you laying there side by side.

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” James poked you. “This was your plan the whole time, wasn’t it. “Oh, James, can you help me with some shelves?” Bam, I’m in your bed,”

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Sleep on the floor then,”

“Please can I sleep here with you,” James said quickly, making you laugh. You could hear Sirius and Remus talking softly and he spoke up again. “They’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Rem loves Sirius, Sirius loves Rem, they’ll be okay,” you moved to slip under the blankets. “I’m freezing,”

“Really?” James looked over at you. “I’m hot,” he pulled his hoodie over his head before getting under the blankets with you. “You know I thought you were in love with Remus for the longest time,”

You rolled onto your side, looking over at him. He stayed on his back, stubbornly not meeting your gaze. “Really?” He nodded. “No, I never,”

“It made me feel like a scumbag,” he admitted softly. “Pining after my best mate’s girlfriend,”

There was silence for a few minutes, wondering if you’d fallen asleep without realising, slipping into a dream. You spoke up. “What?”

James got out of the bed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, I never meant to say that. It’s just you smelled so nice and you’re so amazing it just slipped out, and now we’re gonna be trapped here until morning and you’re uncomfortable with the fact that I’m sort of in love with you and-”

“James,” you shushed him. “It’s okay. We’re okay. I’m not uncomfortable,” you gave him a small smile and held your hand out. James hesitantly took it, climbing back into bed with you. You squeezed his hand, watching as he took in a breath that he never let out. “It’s alright,”

He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said once more. “It’s just, if you hate me, and Remus and Sirius break up, then it’s going to be you and Remus and me and Sirius, two separate groups and you guys are all my best friends and I don’t think I can go a single day without seeing you without going completely insane,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Because I meant it, I’m sort of in love with you,”

“Really? Or are you just saying that so you have an excuse to drag Sirius here as some sort of plot to get them back together,” there were tears shining in your eyes, but they weren’t going to fall. James shook his head. “Are you a hundred percent sure you’re in love with me, because if I kiss you and you decide you’re not I think I might actually die,”

“So dramatic,” James laughed as he leaned forward, kissing you softly. You’d kissed boys before, and James had kissed girls, but it had never felt like that before. Your mouth opened automatically, and you felt his hands come up to rest on your sides. You finally got to delve your hands into his soft curls, him letting out a little noise as you pulled on them.

“Just to be clear,” he pulled away, voice breathy. “This means you’re kind of in love with me too?”

“Yes, James,” you said. “I am kind of in love with you,” He kissed you again and again and again, peppering your cheeks and forehead with them.

You smiled against his lips. “Say it again,” he whispered, and you did. You said it over and over while he punctuated the phrase with another soft kiss. “I will never get tired of hearing you say that,”

Your hands pressed against the white T-shirt covering his stomach, James was fairly fit from five years of Quidditch, but he was a seeker, not a beater, and so he was more wiry than muscular. He tensed at the feelings of your hands, you pulling away to giggle. “Do I make you nervous, Potter?”

“Sod off,” he mumbled.

“Potter?” you continued, pulling away and sitting up. “Do you like me?”

“I just had my tongue down your throat and you ask me if I like you,” he scoffed, a grin on his face. “Any idiot could see that I do,”

“I didn’t,” you pointed out.

“You, my love,” James said affectionately, pulling you into his chest so he could press a kiss to your hairline. “Are an idiot,”

“I’ve never set fire to a bookcase,” you pointed out, relaxing as he held you.

“You’ll get there one day,” he said. “Don’t worry. There’s still time,” you hummed in agreement, letting out a yawn. “Go to sleep, hopefully they’re done by the time we wake up, I have work at nine,”

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Thankfully, they were done by the time you guys woke up. Remus and Sirius had talked out their argument and agreed to make the changes they needed in their relationship, Remus eventually wondering where you were (at three in the morning, over eight hours after you were due home, but you didn’t care, not at all). They ventured into your room to find you passed out on top of James, one arm over your back to keep you steady against him, the other hanging off your bed.

Sirius smirked at his best friend, not knowing whether he’d confessed his obvious feelings or if the two of you had fallen asleep and moved unconsciously. Either way, he had something to make fun of James for.

Remus smiled softly. He did love you, and he was glad you and James had been brought closer by this, even if it was just for that night. He pulled his boyfriend away and the two of them went to his room.

James’s leg in between yours was the first thing you were aware of once you stirred, shuffling awkwardly to become more comfortable. James let out a noise. “Don’t go please,”

“James, I have work in an hour, and you need to get up,” you said, voice croaky from sleep. “Don’t you have work at nine? It’s already seven,”

He groaned and stretched, hair even more askew than usual and eyes heavy with sleep. He fumbled around on your nightstand for his glasses, putting them on his nose as he yawned. Once you’d come into focus, he bit his lip, trying not to smile.

“What are you smiling about, sap?” you asked him as you got out of the bed, stumbling slightly as you gained your bearings.

“I love you,” he said, and even if you weren’t looking at him, you would have known he was smiling, the pure love radiating through his tone.

“What?” his smile dropped off. He’d dreamed it, hadn’t he? Of course, he finally tells you how he feels and it’s not even real. You giggled and kissed him. “I love you, too,”

“You’re the worst,” he said. “Can I take you out tonight?”

“What?” you said, acting offended. “You didn’t like our romantic date last night, confined to my bedroom while our best friends had an argument that lasted four hours?”

“I think it lasted longer,” James said as he got up, pulling his hoodie on. “They were still at it when we fell asleep,”

“I hope they’re okay,” you said as you finished brushing your hair, turning around to give James a quick kiss. You opened the door hesitantly, peeking your head out only to be met with the sight of your two best friends smirking at you. “Hello Sirius, hello Remus,”

James appeared behind you, looking sheepish. “Hi,”

“You guys get cosy last night?” Sirius asked, taking a sip of his tea.

“Only because you guys were fighting and we didn’t want to interrupt,” you mumbled, eyes meeting the ground.

“Oh, love,” Remus slung an arm around your shoulder. “We completely forgot you were home, I’m sorry,”

“No big deal,” James said. “I got a girlfriend out of it, so thanks for having issues, guys,” he clapped Sirius on the shoulder, the latter choking on his drink.

“You guys…” he trailed off, waiting for one of you to finish the sentence.

“I’m kind of in love with her,” James stole you from Remus’s arms and spun you into his, planting a kiss on your cheek.

Remus looked over at you, a smile growing on his face as you sighed like it was a big obligation. “I’m kind of in love with him too,”

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VALENTINES DAY PROMPT LIST 💌

it’s the month of love 🤍💌

this prompt list has the same rules as normal, if you’re not familiar please recap below;

when requesting please send in the full prompt and not just the number. this makes it easier for me, the writer. if you don’t do this and just send the number your request will be deleted no questions asked.

you can find my list of who I write for here 💌👼🏼

1. “I used to hate this holiday a much before I met you”

2. cheesy valentines proposal

3. "I knew these were your favorite flowers, so I had to get them for you"

4. "I don't need anything material, I just want a whole day to have you by my side and celebrate our love"

5. "really can't think of anything more romantic than officially dating my favorite person on this day"

6. “She’s my tiny valentines!”

7. “He’s my tiny valentines!”

8. "I haven't gotten a valentine's card since elementary school, but wow, this was my first real one"

9. Valentine’s Day baby

10. "I love you so much for this but I am not cleaning up all these scattered petals later"

11. "is proposing on this day a bit too cheesy? look at the ring I got them, though"

12. "it's my first time having someone to celebrate valentine's day with. that makes it extra special!"

13. "in my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. hope you have some space in your bedroom"

14. " promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!"

15. "it's so nice being able to call you my valentine"

16. "valentine's cards aren't outdated, right? it's something everywould would like to receive, right?"

17. "good morning! do you know what day it is today? no? well, guess you're in for a surprise, then"

18. "yes. yes, I'II be your valentine!"

19. "have the people who make these cheesy movies seen how real people spend valentine's day?"

20. "if we're gonna pretend to be a couple, you need to let me get you a bouquet at least. it's february 14th!"

21. "It's Valentines day today?"

22. "I made dinner reservations." "So did I. Surprise?"

23. "Supri- oh shit you're not [name]?

24. "There are flowers on the doorstep." “Who from?" "I think that you have a secret admirer."

25. "So is that a yes?"

26. "Hey, the movies made this look so easy!"

27. "You told me you wanted cliche, so I got you a teddy bear."

28. 'Im sorry, but have you ever looked in a mirror?'

29. Post-it-notes

30. “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

31. "Your lips are really warm."

32. "Why are you holding a blindfold?"

33. "This isn't how I pictured our first Valentine's day."

34. "You don't think you went maybe a bit overboard?"

35. "This reminded me of you."

36. "| never thought driving around could be romantic"

37. "do you love me or chocolate more?"

38. "Will you be my Valentine...forever"

39. "hi, my love."

40. "come on, we're going to be late!"

41. "you're so prettv..."

42. "well don't you look nice."

43. "how did you manage to do all of this?"

44. "whatever you want, it's yours."

45. "i must have done something amazing to deserve someone like you."

46. "you made this?"

47. ” this our what? third year celebrating together?"

48. "you're beautiful."

49. " know you don't like chocolate so...i have enough conversation hearts to last us three months."

50. "you guys make me sick."

51. "we get it. you're in love. go make out over there or something..."

52. "be my valentine?"

53. "if you don't hurry up and ask them out, i will”

54. Taking your daughter on her first valentines date

55. "Wanna get a coffee with me?"

56. "Have dinner with me. Tonight."

57. "Do you want your present or not?"

58. "I guess we'll just have to share the bed."

59. "Come over here and kiss me."

60. "Don't tempt me."

61. "Admit it, there's something between us."

62. "I'm your secret admirer."

63. "Don't give me that look."

64. "Wait. Is this a date?"

65. "Wanna bet on it?"

66. "Come on... you know you want me."

67. "I need to tell you something."

68. "Can I kiss you?"

69. "Something tells me that you have a crush on me."

70. "You know you can't resist me."

71. "How can someone be so hot yet so clueless?"

72. "Any excuse to get me to undress, huh?"

73. "I'm in love you with you, you idiot!"

74. "In your dreams, darling."

75. "You know I'm a romantic at heart."

76. "This is the best day ever."

77. "You scrub up pretty well."

78. "Hey! You're on my side of the bed."

79. "I have a surprise for you."

80. "See? I can play nice sometimes."

81. "Please, don't leave."

82. "I don't believe you."

83. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

84. "Will you please just talk to me?"

85. "I didn't mean to upset you."

86. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me."

87. "You're obviously in love with me."

88. "I think you're my favourite person in the entire world."

89. "Damn, you look incredible."

90. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

91. "This is… unexpected."

92. "Have you told anyone about us?"

93. "Let's make it official."

94. "Are you wearing a suit?"

95. "Your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn't need to know about this."